Tricks

Some clown is trying to play me for a fool. I SWEAR that when my intern made me coffee this morning (for real- it's like having a butler), that shit HAD to be decaf. Don't smurf me like that. It's not pretty:



I NEEDS my java, man. Shit has been getting pretty hectic, and I'm about to start spitting and drooling like OLD YELLER if I don't get a cup of the real business soon.

Anything can happen. I could fly off the handle and really start some shit, or (and this outcome is MUCH more likely), I could finally complete my time machine, travel back to 1970 when I was an ostrich wrangler in New South Wales, and just take my fucking anger out on one of those gangly freaks:



Yeah, that's the way to blow off fucking STEAM, y'all.